MD 65: Everest and Sean Cruz vs. Baez and Alex Bowen
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Huffing and puffing is loudly heard. A mess of stuff flies across the screen. Someone goes by so fast, he, she or it, cannot be identified. Despite the messy location, lockers and benches are notable in the mess of towels, clothes and bags. Though not so clear, we can see it's a locker room. Baez races from one end to another. Looking and panicking. To make things seemingly worse, his phone rings.
"Ah great. Now I can't find the phone either!"
Desperately, he starts digging through mountains of clothes again. Only this time his target is the ringing phone.
"Found ya, you little bastard!"
Quickly, he picks up the call and answers with all the class in the world.
"Wha, wha? Whadaya want?! I'm busy!"
He goes from annoyed to scared in a heartbeat as shown by his loose stance suddenly going stiff. Innuendo aside.
"Yeah, yeah. It's in my hand. I haven't lost sight of the thing. Even bathed with it. It's in good hands."
It's clearly BS.
"I'll be sure to give it back to him as soon as possible.
How am I gonna be able to use it? It's made in his name. The only way I could use it is if I have a lawyer change it for me and to do that, I gotta beat him in a match.
Yeah, legality and wrestling mix into some weird stuff. Now if you don't mind, I've got a lot in my plate for this week. Ta-Ta for now.
Now where the hell is that..."
Baez hangs up his phone and pretty much flings it away. As a cat can be heard screeching after probably being hit by the phone, Baez grabs something in the rubble and pulls it out in excitement.
"Here it is..."
What he pulls out isn't what was expected.
"Alisha's panties! I knew I left them here."
He looks in every direction possible before putting them in his right pocket. For a brief second, he looks at his hand contemplating before...
"Now for that case."
He reaches to the top of the lockers and pulls it out.
"Gotcha. Now let's go."
As he turns around to leave, he bumps into Alex Bowen. The Mayhem Champion holds the title Baez once proudly held over his should with total authority and stares holes through Baez.
"Well you sure took a pleasantly simple road to regaining that thing."
Alex simply stares coldly on as Baez continues talking.
"Tell me something. Are you now a two time champion? Or is this still your first run?
No answer yet.
"Have you done anything of note since winning the damned thing?"
Alex's eyes focus on Baez now and he lowers his head a bit clearly showing acknowledgement to what Baez said.
"I won it for the record 4th time in a Mask vs Title match. I survived the 24/7 Rule. Defeated the red-hot Gordito. I won a Multi-Man Ladder Match, played detective and beat the everloving crap out of the Crashin Movement. You? Play with a black dude who's lost in the 70's, a wannabe pretty boy, an idiot who can't spell the name of his own country right, which happens to be my own too, and so on. You may have broken my record as longest running Champ, but you certainly aren't the most entertaining."
Bowen breathes in deep and raises his head in clear anger at Baez's words. For some reason, he does nothing.
"You took that thing back after losing it because they found some stuff in Sean's locker. To be honest, given the mess in here, I actually doubt it was his stuff. But you took that thing back because it's "rightfully" your's. Bland."
Bowen walks up to Baez and stares even more intensely than before gripping hard at his Mayhem title.
"I'd break you right now and show you just how bland I can be. But we're partners this week. So I need you in one piece.
But to be honest, I don't really see a reason to care about what you think of me as Champion. Since, I'm the Champion and not you.
Stick's and stones, hasbeen. You've done nothing of note since losing this thing last year so you have no room to talk. You think I'm bland, but at least I'm not a man-servant to Titus."
Baez quickly recomposes himself after hearing Bowen's harsh words.
"At least I didn't make up excuses after the loss. It was his decision to let me go. Unlike you, I honored my loss. And as soon as I can, I plan on repaying the debt to Titus for his actions."
"I suppose that at some point, you had to man up. Too bad that doesn't change fact's. You're still a loser."
"Maybe so, but at least I'm not a sore one. Nor did I have a title simply handed to me."
"You little twerp, I'll..."
Baez is quick to take action as Bowen was about to attack him. He reacts and tries to calm his partner down.
"OK, that's enough. Let's just stop right there before we kill each other. We have a match with some stiff competition."
"Sean is no challenge to me. I'll shatter him again."
"Cute. I'd believe you if that were true."
"He and Everest are nothing in comparison to the carnage I can bring."
"Titus has beaten Everest before. But Titus was no walk in the park. So I don't plan on underestimating him. And since Sean got that belt off you, he'll most likely bring his A-Game too. Don't underestimate them. You'll regret it. Trust me."
Baez put's his hands on Bowen's shoulder's almost as a sign of trust. However Bowen's eye's beam in anger.
"We're just as much a makeshift team as Everest and Cruz. They've barely interacted. But you and I share a historical bond in the form of that belt on your shoulder. Sorry I pissed you off, but some constructive criticism never hurts. Everest is an icon. And Sean is up and coming. But you and I are Masters Of Mayhem. I consider you a great replacement. I dominated last year. You dominate this year. Let's go out there and show why you and I are forever Mayhem Icon's at Ascension. Together, you and I can deliver massive Kickassery. What do you say?"
"Sounds great."
"Then let's go."
As Baez tries to walk out of the locker room, Bowen grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around with brute force.
"Just one problem."
Bowen grabs Baez by the shirt's chest and tosses him across the room. Hitting the locker room wall as he falls on the pile of clothes on the floor. The King For A Day Briefcase also flies and lands on Baez's head.
"I'm not your replacement. I'm far better than you to be considered that. And I'm not your friend either. ...Partner."
Baez lies motionless on the floor as Bowen walks out of the room with the Mayhem title in firm grasp on his shoulder as the scene fades.
"Ah great. Now I can't find the phone either!"
Desperately, he starts digging through mountains of clothes again. Only this time his target is the ringing phone.
"Found ya, you little bastard!"
Quickly, he picks up the call and answers with all the class in the world.
"Wha, wha? Whadaya want?! I'm busy!"
He goes from annoyed to scared in a heartbeat as shown by his loose stance suddenly going stiff. Innuendo aside.
"Yeah, yeah. It's in my hand. I haven't lost sight of the thing. Even bathed with it. It's in good hands."
It's clearly BS.
"I'll be sure to give it back to him as soon as possible.
How am I gonna be able to use it? It's made in his name. The only way I could use it is if I have a lawyer change it for me and to do that, I gotta beat him in a match.
Yeah, legality and wrestling mix into some weird stuff. Now if you don't mind, I've got a lot in my plate for this week. Ta-Ta for now.
Now where the hell is that..."
Baez hangs up his phone and pretty much flings it away. As a cat can be heard screeching after probably being hit by the phone, Baez grabs something in the rubble and pulls it out in excitement.
"Here it is..."
What he pulls out isn't what was expected.
"Alisha's panties! I knew I left them here."
He looks in every direction possible before putting them in his right pocket. For a brief second, he looks at his hand contemplating before...
"Now for that case."
He reaches to the top of the lockers and pulls it out.
"Gotcha. Now let's go."
As he turns around to leave, he bumps into Alex Bowen. The Mayhem Champion holds the title Baez once proudly held over his should with total authority and stares holes through Baez.
"Well you sure took a pleasantly simple road to regaining that thing."
Alex simply stares coldly on as Baez continues talking.
"Tell me something. Are you now a two time champion? Or is this still your first run?
No answer yet.
"Have you done anything of note since winning the damned thing?"
Alex's eyes focus on Baez now and he lowers his head a bit clearly showing acknowledgement to what Baez said.
"I won it for the record 4th time in a Mask vs Title match. I survived the 24/7 Rule. Defeated the red-hot Gordito. I won a Multi-Man Ladder Match, played detective and beat the everloving crap out of the Crashin Movement. You? Play with a black dude who's lost in the 70's, a wannabe pretty boy, an idiot who can't spell the name of his own country right, which happens to be my own too, and so on. You may have broken my record as longest running Champ, but you certainly aren't the most entertaining."
Bowen breathes in deep and raises his head in clear anger at Baez's words. For some reason, he does nothing.
"You took that thing back after losing it because they found some stuff in Sean's locker. To be honest, given the mess in here, I actually doubt it was his stuff. But you took that thing back because it's "rightfully" your's. Bland."
Bowen walks up to Baez and stares even more intensely than before gripping hard at his Mayhem title.
"I'd break you right now and show you just how bland I can be. But we're partners this week. So I need you in one piece.
But to be honest, I don't really see a reason to care about what you think of me as Champion. Since, I'm the Champion and not you.
Stick's and stones, hasbeen. You've done nothing of note since losing this thing last year so you have no room to talk. You think I'm bland, but at least I'm not a man-servant to Titus."
Baez quickly recomposes himself after hearing Bowen's harsh words.
"At least I didn't make up excuses after the loss. It was his decision to let me go. Unlike you, I honored my loss. And as soon as I can, I plan on repaying the debt to Titus for his actions."
"I suppose that at some point, you had to man up. Too bad that doesn't change fact's. You're still a loser."
"Maybe so, but at least I'm not a sore one. Nor did I have a title simply handed to me."
"You little twerp, I'll..."
Baez is quick to take action as Bowen was about to attack him. He reacts and tries to calm his partner down.
"OK, that's enough. Let's just stop right there before we kill each other. We have a match with some stiff competition."
"Sean is no challenge to me. I'll shatter him again."
"Cute. I'd believe you if that were true."
"He and Everest are nothing in comparison to the carnage I can bring."
"Titus has beaten Everest before. But Titus was no walk in the park. So I don't plan on underestimating him. And since Sean got that belt off you, he'll most likely bring his A-Game too. Don't underestimate them. You'll regret it. Trust me."
Baez put's his hands on Bowen's shoulder's almost as a sign of trust. However Bowen's eye's beam in anger.
"We're just as much a makeshift team as Everest and Cruz. They've barely interacted. But you and I share a historical bond in the form of that belt on your shoulder. Sorry I pissed you off, but some constructive criticism never hurts. Everest is an icon. And Sean is up and coming. But you and I are Masters Of Mayhem. I consider you a great replacement. I dominated last year. You dominate this year. Let's go out there and show why you and I are forever Mayhem Icon's at Ascension. Together, you and I can deliver massive Kickassery. What do you say?"
"Sounds great."
"Then let's go."
As Baez tries to walk out of the locker room, Bowen grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around with brute force.
"Just one problem."
Bowen grabs Baez by the shirt's chest and tosses him across the room. Hitting the locker room wall as he falls on the pile of clothes on the floor. The King For A Day Briefcase also flies and lands on Baez's head.
"I'm not your replacement. I'm far better than you to be considered that. And I'm not your friend either. ...Partner."
Baez lies motionless on the floor as Bowen walks out of the room with the Mayhem title in firm grasp on his shoulder as the scene fades.
Uncle Phatso
Mid-Card Championship Winner
(Note, my plans were cancled today for my birthday. Sorry about asking for the 24 hours and not using them. I just thought to be on the safe side I would ask.)
Alex Bowen is setting in a large hall, He sets alone in his large black ornate throne. His usual black studded jacket keeps him warm, along with Mayhem title strung over the back of his throne. He sets with his meal eating in silence. The table is long and it's adorned with nothing less than the best of what the world has to offer in food. He leans back in his throne metal studs hitting the back of it as he spots us coming. Crown atop of his head, he leans his head back and places a grape in his mouth. Bowen motions to his usual interviewer Leon Kentsworth to join him at this very regal Table. Leon straightens the bottom of his jacket and sets down next to Bowen, placing his usual small stack of papers in front of him.
Leon- Pretty gloomy in here Bowen, ever think of getting a Jester to help this Gimmick along?
Bowen stares at Leon with a stink eye.
Alex- Gimmick? That's what people don't get Leon. This isn't a gimmick. I've been called a sociopath as of late. I'm loving it, people are finally seeing my misanthropy as more than a joke. I can't trust anyone, just like I couldn't trust Scumm, I can't trust that thief Baez. I found my backbone in the bottom of a drawer and finally put it right in back. This Alex Bowen has always been apart of me, it's just becoming more clear to everyone. My previous time was a lie, I put up with everyone. Then I finally said enough is enough. You can only kick a dog so many times before he gets back up and rips your face off. That Dog is me Wzcw, if you don't want bit you will honor and revere me. Because I hold your future in my hands.
Leon shakes his head at the champions last statement He puts his hands on the stack of papers in front of him, he fingers through it and finds the one he wants. Putting it to the front after reading it he looks to The king of mayhem and poses a question.
Leon- Everyone wants to know Alex, why did you leave your partner in the ring last week to take the loss. By doing that you earned yourself another loss in the record books.
Alex- A loss?
Leon shakes his head at the question.
Alex- Really a loss? Oh it was more so a statement. It's a statement that I'm going to start showing more often. No one in the Mayhem division has the right to stand toe to toe with me or stand with me. You can pull your weight. But when I see you start to fail, I will throw you to the wolves. You've all done it to me, so now how do you like it. I didn't see anyone coming to my aid when Saxton beat me up, or when four men tried to cave in my skull before the last pay per view. So this is a message to all Mayhem Division superstars. Keep up or I will leave you behind.
Leon- But haven't you already stated that you are miles ahead of the whole Division?
Bowen shakes his head and leans to pat Leon on the shoulder. He puts up one finger to make a statement.
Alex- Ahhhh what a good little fact reviewer we have here. Leon you have a whole book wrote on me with the note sheets you carry don't you? The brass like to put us in tag matches like what I have this week from time to time. I love that Sean Cruz is put in with me. He Doesnt heard, he is drowning before he dives. He doesnt care, he is just committing to his own self Destruction drive. It's the truth, not fiction. He lives life with a blindfold on his eyes. But this time he's gone to far.
Leon- How is that Alex?
Alex- If I believed in god I would call him the Antichrist. He was that to the Mayhem division, he was on the cusp of destroying all that I built up.
Bowen shakes one finger to the camera as he shakes his head. He whispers comically
Alex- Banned substances... you pig. The company gives you a chance to move up and you besmirch it's name by using junk? Thought you could get one over on the king of mayhem did you?
Bowen taps his temple
Alex- I'm smarter than you will ever be kid. I know all the backstage tricks, I know all the junk that is passed around backstage. You are just to green to know how to hide it. You are now tainted flesh, a polluted soul. I don't know how you wake up in the morning knowing you've done this. I pride myself on knowing that I've never fallen like so many others have. I have no pity for a coward like you. You could piss test me at any moment, before the show, after it, shit you could wake me up and put a cup to my face. I'd take it, and pass with flying colors.
Leon- Well that is nice and all. How about we move on, what about your other opponent this week? Everest?
Bowen leans back in his chair and readjusts his crown. He spits across the room at the name presented at him. He stokes his now growing beard before making his next comment.
Alex- Everest... Almost a year ago today you pinned me in my first match back. I made it a goal one day to lay you to rest. It looks like most of the roster has already done that? What have you done since that? Picked up the scraps of King Shabba after Titus and I destroyed him? That's it, how dare you claim to be the pinnacle of Wzcw. The king of the mountain huh? Well lets get this straight. Neither you, Barbosa, or Ty Burna are anything more than false sitters. You all claim to be king. None of you hold anything anymore that made you king. Look at me
Bowen points to his crown, then to the cracked title held together by ductape. He smiles as if it is the holy grail.
Alex- That is my claim to being a king. Look at Barbosa, his contract was stolen by my partner. What do you do to get it back? NOTHING! My title was stolen and I got it back. Where is your pride boys? I guess you need to look deeper in your purses for it. Mine sets at my waistline or in front of me at all times.
Leon- What do you really think about your partner this week? I believe he can be a good bit of help on your quest to beat Everest and Cruz.
Alex- For sure Leon, everyone can be used. That's what I plan on doing this week, I've all ready met with Baez. He's just the same as he was when I first beat him. He's trying to pour the group mentality into my head. He needs this win as bad as most of the Mayhem division needs it right now.
Bowen puts his hands on the arm rests of his throne, pushing himself up. He slowly steps down off the stone layer that holds up the blackened throne and motions for Leon to stand with him. He quickly grabs the papers setting in front of him.
Leon- Well Champ, you know everyone likes to win. That's what this company is about, wins and losses.
Alex- This isn't a place of wins and losses anymore Leon. This is a twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost dark of hell. Everyone is now standing at the abyssal maw that is my wrath. I will mince the strongest ones and leave all of Wzcw's heroes paralyzed. Lust for my title will poison you and swallow you whole.
Leon stops and looks at Bowen with a confused look.
Alex- Sean Cruz liars will always line the road to my title. You are just another expendable object that Wzcw has thrown at my feet. I do want to thank you though, you along with the rest of the people you call wrestlers have helped me. Help me find my true form, you helped free the evils that were sleeping in the weaker mind of my former self. For that I do thank you. But thanks to you the legend of Alex Bowen will grow taller, it's shadow will stretch through the entire history book of Wzcw. I will make sure of that, because after this week I can check Everest's name off. Thank you for bringing him to me.
With that Alex Bowen walks to the large front door of his hall and opens the huge door. He motions for Leon to leave and slowly sulks back to his throne. He begins to set down as the cameras fade out.
Alex Bowen is setting in a large hall, He sets alone in his large black ornate throne. His usual black studded jacket keeps him warm, along with Mayhem title strung over the back of his throne. He sets with his meal eating in silence. The table is long and it's adorned with nothing less than the best of what the world has to offer in food. He leans back in his throne metal studs hitting the back of it as he spots us coming. Crown atop of his head, he leans his head back and places a grape in his mouth. Bowen motions to his usual interviewer Leon Kentsworth to join him at this very regal Table. Leon straightens the bottom of his jacket and sets down next to Bowen, placing his usual small stack of papers in front of him.
Leon- Pretty gloomy in here Bowen, ever think of getting a Jester to help this Gimmick along?
Bowen stares at Leon with a stink eye.
Alex- Gimmick? That's what people don't get Leon. This isn't a gimmick. I've been called a sociopath as of late. I'm loving it, people are finally seeing my misanthropy as more than a joke. I can't trust anyone, just like I couldn't trust Scumm, I can't trust that thief Baez. I found my backbone in the bottom of a drawer and finally put it right in back. This Alex Bowen has always been apart of me, it's just becoming more clear to everyone. My previous time was a lie, I put up with everyone. Then I finally said enough is enough. You can only kick a dog so many times before he gets back up and rips your face off. That Dog is me Wzcw, if you don't want bit you will honor and revere me. Because I hold your future in my hands.
Leon shakes his head at the champions last statement He puts his hands on the stack of papers in front of him, he fingers through it and finds the one he wants. Putting it to the front after reading it he looks to The king of mayhem and poses a question.
Leon- Everyone wants to know Alex, why did you leave your partner in the ring last week to take the loss. By doing that you earned yourself another loss in the record books.
Alex- A loss?
Leon shakes his head at the question.
Alex- Really a loss? Oh it was more so a statement. It's a statement that I'm going to start showing more often. No one in the Mayhem division has the right to stand toe to toe with me or stand with me. You can pull your weight. But when I see you start to fail, I will throw you to the wolves. You've all done it to me, so now how do you like it. I didn't see anyone coming to my aid when Saxton beat me up, or when four men tried to cave in my skull before the last pay per view. So this is a message to all Mayhem Division superstars. Keep up or I will leave you behind.
Leon- But haven't you already stated that you are miles ahead of the whole Division?
Bowen shakes his head and leans to pat Leon on the shoulder. He puts up one finger to make a statement.
Alex- Ahhhh what a good little fact reviewer we have here. Leon you have a whole book wrote on me with the note sheets you carry don't you? The brass like to put us in tag matches like what I have this week from time to time. I love that Sean Cruz is put in with me. He Doesnt heard, he is drowning before he dives. He doesnt care, he is just committing to his own self Destruction drive. It's the truth, not fiction. He lives life with a blindfold on his eyes. But this time he's gone to far.
Leon- How is that Alex?
Alex- If I believed in god I would call him the Antichrist. He was that to the Mayhem division, he was on the cusp of destroying all that I built up.
Bowen shakes one finger to the camera as he shakes his head. He whispers comically
Alex- Banned substances... you pig. The company gives you a chance to move up and you besmirch it's name by using junk? Thought you could get one over on the king of mayhem did you?
Bowen taps his temple
Alex- I'm smarter than you will ever be kid. I know all the backstage tricks, I know all the junk that is passed around backstage. You are just to green to know how to hide it. You are now tainted flesh, a polluted soul. I don't know how you wake up in the morning knowing you've done this. I pride myself on knowing that I've never fallen like so many others have. I have no pity for a coward like you. You could piss test me at any moment, before the show, after it, shit you could wake me up and put a cup to my face. I'd take it, and pass with flying colors.
Leon- Well that is nice and all. How about we move on, what about your other opponent this week? Everest?
Bowen leans back in his chair and readjusts his crown. He spits across the room at the name presented at him. He stokes his now growing beard before making his next comment.
Alex- Everest... Almost a year ago today you pinned me in my first match back. I made it a goal one day to lay you to rest. It looks like most of the roster has already done that? What have you done since that? Picked up the scraps of King Shabba after Titus and I destroyed him? That's it, how dare you claim to be the pinnacle of Wzcw. The king of the mountain huh? Well lets get this straight. Neither you, Barbosa, or Ty Burna are anything more than false sitters. You all claim to be king. None of you hold anything anymore that made you king. Look at me
Bowen points to his crown, then to the cracked title held together by ductape. He smiles as if it is the holy grail.
Alex- That is my claim to being a king. Look at Barbosa, his contract was stolen by my partner. What do you do to get it back? NOTHING! My title was stolen and I got it back. Where is your pride boys? I guess you need to look deeper in your purses for it. Mine sets at my waistline or in front of me at all times.
Leon- What do you really think about your partner this week? I believe he can be a good bit of help on your quest to beat Everest and Cruz.
Alex- For sure Leon, everyone can be used. That's what I plan on doing this week, I've all ready met with Baez. He's just the same as he was when I first beat him. He's trying to pour the group mentality into my head. He needs this win as bad as most of the Mayhem division needs it right now.
Bowen puts his hands on the arm rests of his throne, pushing himself up. He slowly steps down off the stone layer that holds up the blackened throne and motions for Leon to stand with him. He quickly grabs the papers setting in front of him.
Leon- Well Champ, you know everyone likes to win. That's what this company is about, wins and losses.
Alex- This isn't a place of wins and losses anymore Leon. This is a twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost dark of hell. Everyone is now standing at the abyssal maw that is my wrath. I will mince the strongest ones and leave all of Wzcw's heroes paralyzed. Lust for my title will poison you and swallow you whole.
Leon stops and looks at Bowen with a confused look.
Alex- Sean Cruz liars will always line the road to my title. You are just another expendable object that Wzcw has thrown at my feet. I do want to thank you though, you along with the rest of the people you call wrestlers have helped me. Help me find my true form, you helped free the evils that were sleeping in the weaker mind of my former self. For that I do thank you. But thanks to you the legend of Alex Bowen will grow taller, it's shadow will stretch through the entire history book of Wzcw. I will make sure of that, because after this week I can check Everest's name off. Thank you for bringing him to me.
With that Alex Bowen walks to the large front door of his hall and opens the huge door. He motions for Leon to leave and slowly sulks back to his throne. He begins to set down as the cameras fade out.
The opening scene is a simple shot of the exterior of the WZCW Corporate Building. The images shifts quickly to the Office assistants desk that is situated directly outside the office of WZCWs very own Chuck Myles.
In a moment Everest bursts into the scene and abruptly stops in front of the desk, coming face to face with Chucks assistant Chelsea. He is not in a very gracious mood.
Everest: Alright gorgeous .Where is that little two bit scum sucking backstabber?
Chelsea: Hes out at the moment, sir.
Everest: Ill bet he is!
With that Everest storms past the assistant and barges straight into Myles office. He looks around, quickly scanning the room as he realizes that Myles is in fact not home. Chelsea is calmly standing in the doorway, leaning against the door with her arms folded.
Chelsea: I told you. If youd like to wait a moment I can Skype him for you.
Everest: Oh yeah Skype him, Tweeter his ass, friend him on face book for all I care just get me a face to face with the little bastard.
Chelsea disappears for a minute as Everest stands looking at a framed photo that is on Myles wall: Its a photo of Everest defeating Joseph Rios, standing over the vanquished his hand held high. It adorns the walls beside several other famous WZCW superstars such as Titus, Ty Burma, Steamboat Ricky and Big Dave.
Everest: WZCW World Champions line that wall. Each and everyone of us overcoming great obstacles and finally achieving the ultimate success. Ive been to the top of that mountain, Hell Ive been to the bottom of that mountain but youd think after everything Ive done for this company Id be a lot better off right now than teaming with some Mayhem Champion who cant keep his title because someone found something in his locker that resembled something that might resemble something illegal.
With that Chelsea reappears in the doorway with an ipad.
Chelsea: Sir? Here is Mr. Myles.
She sits the ipad on the counter where we can see an image of Myles. Everest wastes no time.
Everest: Its about time Myles! Ive been trying to get an appointment for a week. What the hell happened to that Open Door Policy of yours? Or is that only when you find it convenient?
Myles: Excuse me. Im going to pretend the lack of respect in your voice is just an oversight and ask you very quickly what you find so important you had to interup me in the middle of a very important meeting.
Everest: Oh Chucky my boy, Im glad you brought respect up considering Im pretty sure Im getting none of it out of this office.
Ill get to the point Myles, I wouldnt want to keep you from another umbrella drink. Im sick of this roundabout tag team match crap. The Apostles have attacked me from behind, hit me with chairs and beaten me to a bloody pulp on more times than I care to recount and Im sick of it. Its time I get a shot at one of those bastards one on one but instead Im tossed on the heap of another tag team match.
Hell this time Im not even getting another shot at the Apostles, hell this one seems more like you needed a name to help further your little Mayhem Championship feud. I dont care what Cruz and Bowen are fighting about and Im not really sure anyone else does either.
It was a nice little marketing ploy on your part to throw Baez and myself in here so you can get some name recognition.
Fact is Myles, not only do I want to take down the Apostles and their Dark side leader but I want ANOTHER shot at the Champion. I want what Ive worked hard to earn and Im sick of you tossing me into your ridiculous side show matches.
Myles: Well Everest I dont really know what to tell you other than this is your match up and if you dont like it I hear WCW is hiring. And I strongly suggest that if you are looking for another title match in the future, maybe you should be a tad more respectful to your superiors.
Now if you dont mind Ive got other things to tend too, my assistant will show you out.
With that Myles signs off and the ipad goes to black. Everest looks PISSED as heads for the door. He stops for a moment and looks back at the picture on the wall. He finally walks over to it, hauls it down and snaps it in two over his knee right in front of Chelsea before tossing it on Myles desk and exiting the room. He looks back at Chelsea with one final statement:
Everest: Tell your boss, this isnt over, as a matter of fact this is just beginning.
In a moment Everest bursts into the scene and abruptly stops in front of the desk, coming face to face with Chucks assistant Chelsea. He is not in a very gracious mood.
Everest: Alright gorgeous .Where is that little two bit scum sucking backstabber?
Chelsea: Hes out at the moment, sir.
Everest: Ill bet he is!
With that Everest storms past the assistant and barges straight into Myles office. He looks around, quickly scanning the room as he realizes that Myles is in fact not home. Chelsea is calmly standing in the doorway, leaning against the door with her arms folded.
Chelsea: I told you. If youd like to wait a moment I can Skype him for you.
Everest: Oh yeah Skype him, Tweeter his ass, friend him on face book for all I care just get me a face to face with the little bastard.
Chelsea disappears for a minute as Everest stands looking at a framed photo that is on Myles wall: Its a photo of Everest defeating Joseph Rios, standing over the vanquished his hand held high. It adorns the walls beside several other famous WZCW superstars such as Titus, Ty Burma, Steamboat Ricky and Big Dave.
Everest: WZCW World Champions line that wall. Each and everyone of us overcoming great obstacles and finally achieving the ultimate success. Ive been to the top of that mountain, Hell Ive been to the bottom of that mountain but youd think after everything Ive done for this company Id be a lot better off right now than teaming with some Mayhem Champion who cant keep his title because someone found something in his locker that resembled something that might resemble something illegal.
With that Chelsea reappears in the doorway with an ipad.
Chelsea: Sir? Here is Mr. Myles.
She sits the ipad on the counter where we can see an image of Myles. Everest wastes no time.
Everest: Its about time Myles! Ive been trying to get an appointment for a week. What the hell happened to that Open Door Policy of yours? Or is that only when you find it convenient?
Myles: Excuse me. Im going to pretend the lack of respect in your voice is just an oversight and ask you very quickly what you find so important you had to interup me in the middle of a very important meeting.
Everest: Oh Chucky my boy, Im glad you brought respect up considering Im pretty sure Im getting none of it out of this office.
Ill get to the point Myles, I wouldnt want to keep you from another umbrella drink. Im sick of this roundabout tag team match crap. The Apostles have attacked me from behind, hit me with chairs and beaten me to a bloody pulp on more times than I care to recount and Im sick of it. Its time I get a shot at one of those bastards one on one but instead Im tossed on the heap of another tag team match.
Hell this time Im not even getting another shot at the Apostles, hell this one seems more like you needed a name to help further your little Mayhem Championship feud. I dont care what Cruz and Bowen are fighting about and Im not really sure anyone else does either.
It was a nice little marketing ploy on your part to throw Baez and myself in here so you can get some name recognition.
Fact is Myles, not only do I want to take down the Apostles and their Dark side leader but I want ANOTHER shot at the Champion. I want what Ive worked hard to earn and Im sick of you tossing me into your ridiculous side show matches.
Myles: Well Everest I dont really know what to tell you other than this is your match up and if you dont like it I hear WCW is hiring. And I strongly suggest that if you are looking for another title match in the future, maybe you should be a tad more respectful to your superiors.
Now if you dont mind Ive got other things to tend too, my assistant will show you out.
With that Myles signs off and the ipad goes to black. Everest looks PISSED as heads for the door. He stops for a moment and looks back at the picture on the wall. He finally walks over to it, hauls it down and snaps it in two over his knee right in front of Chelsea before tossing it on Myles desk and exiting the room. He looks back at Chelsea with one final statement:
Everest: Tell your boss, this isnt over, as a matter of fact this is just beginning.
Its a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and we find Sean and Nikki on the couch in their home, watching infomercials and eating pancakes. The discussion of Alex Bowen and the Mayhem title controversy have been a hot topic for the better part of a week, and there are no signs of improvement to the situation.
Sean: You know, Ive tried time and again to reason with this swine, but Im done.
Nikki: Now Sean, dont lose sight of who you are just because things dont go right immediately. Try to remember the good Alex. The one you met back then, the one who was rooting for you to succeed against Titus.
Sean: Why should I even bother? He doesnt remember me. He doesnt remember anything that doesnt involve him and that hideous title belt he carries around.
Nikki: Now it just sounds like youre angry that they took it away from you.
Sean: Im not, honestly, Im not. They can believe what they want, but you know as well as I do someone planted that stuff in my locker. For gods sake I dont even drink soda, why would I be using controlled substances to theoretically enhance my performance? My skills come from hard work and training, not a needle, pill, or powder. And the way Alex is going around throwing dirt on my name as if he just knows I was doing it disgusts me. Thats why Im done. I stuck around for him good or bad, and the one second hes able to get what he wants, no one else matters.
Nikki: And it seems like youre slowly turning to the same methods. Im not trying to tell you what to do
Sean cuts her off and flashes a smirk to let her know hes not oblivious to her suggestions.
Sean: Yeah you are. So just tell me, what do you think I should do?
Nikki: I think you should ignore the bad things and look at where you are now, in a tag match with 3 of WZCWs most tenured performers. Youve done pretty well for yourself and Id hate to see you get taken down a peg or four just because of some bad press. Just shake it off and keep moving.
Sean: When youre right, youre right baby. Ive already beaten Alex twice. He knows I can beat him, and right now thats victory enough for me. But there are too many unknowns in this match. I dont know anything about Everest and I know even less about that freak Baez. He was into to some stuff way back when I faced off with Titus, but thats the only time Ive seen him.
Seans demeanor changes almost instantly into that of a cold, calculating strategist.
And Im not the type to go reading up on people. Ive no interest in doing any research. Its already apparent that as former rivals and textbook Neanderthals, the wild beasts opposing me wont be able to contain their animosity toward one another. On paper this may seem like a two on two tag team match, but I believe entropy will make its move before either I or Everest can make the first tag. I shall calmly assess the situation as it changes, and succeed as I always do.
Nikki: Um ok. Whats with the change in attitude all of a sudden?
Sean: Nothing special. I just refuse to give this avaricious monkey anymore of my hard wrought emotion. If he wants to revel in his falsified glory, let him. Ill just move past him, and make his title feel that much more worthless.
Nikki: I dont think I like this. This isnt the Sean I fell for.
Sean: Oh, dont be so dramatic. Im not the type to make those sudden changes in personality to make an impact. I would never do that. I just feel like I probably shouldnt devote any more of my passion and energy to Alex. How am I supposed to meet new people and make new friends if Im still hung up on the ones that dont want to be around?
Nikki laughs nervously and quickly attempts to divert Seans attention.
Nikki: You scared me for a second there. If thats the case, then why not reach out to Everest? Youve never even met him.
Sean: Thats true, but Id rather not facebook stalk him just yet. Ill just wait and see what hes like when we meet in person.
Nikki: Well that just sounds boring. Ill just check it out myself and not tell you.
Sean: Thats fine. Ill just go ahead and clean off my boots. I wouldnt want to get any more dirt on Alexs face tonight when I slam him with my Super Kick.
Sean: You know, Ive tried time and again to reason with this swine, but Im done.
Nikki: Now Sean, dont lose sight of who you are just because things dont go right immediately. Try to remember the good Alex. The one you met back then, the one who was rooting for you to succeed against Titus.
Sean: Why should I even bother? He doesnt remember me. He doesnt remember anything that doesnt involve him and that hideous title belt he carries around.
Nikki: Now it just sounds like youre angry that they took it away from you.
Sean: Im not, honestly, Im not. They can believe what they want, but you know as well as I do someone planted that stuff in my locker. For gods sake I dont even drink soda, why would I be using controlled substances to theoretically enhance my performance? My skills come from hard work and training, not a needle, pill, or powder. And the way Alex is going around throwing dirt on my name as if he just knows I was doing it disgusts me. Thats why Im done. I stuck around for him good or bad, and the one second hes able to get what he wants, no one else matters.
Nikki: And it seems like youre slowly turning to the same methods. Im not trying to tell you what to do
Sean cuts her off and flashes a smirk to let her know hes not oblivious to her suggestions.
Sean: Yeah you are. So just tell me, what do you think I should do?
Nikki: I think you should ignore the bad things and look at where you are now, in a tag match with 3 of WZCWs most tenured performers. Youve done pretty well for yourself and Id hate to see you get taken down a peg or four just because of some bad press. Just shake it off and keep moving.
Sean: When youre right, youre right baby. Ive already beaten Alex twice. He knows I can beat him, and right now thats victory enough for me. But there are too many unknowns in this match. I dont know anything about Everest and I know even less about that freak Baez. He was into to some stuff way back when I faced off with Titus, but thats the only time Ive seen him.
Seans demeanor changes almost instantly into that of a cold, calculating strategist.
And Im not the type to go reading up on people. Ive no interest in doing any research. Its already apparent that as former rivals and textbook Neanderthals, the wild beasts opposing me wont be able to contain their animosity toward one another. On paper this may seem like a two on two tag team match, but I believe entropy will make its move before either I or Everest can make the first tag. I shall calmly assess the situation as it changes, and succeed as I always do.
Nikki: Um ok. Whats with the change in attitude all of a sudden?
Sean: Nothing special. I just refuse to give this avaricious monkey anymore of my hard wrought emotion. If he wants to revel in his falsified glory, let him. Ill just move past him, and make his title feel that much more worthless.
Nikki: I dont think I like this. This isnt the Sean I fell for.
Sean: Oh, dont be so dramatic. Im not the type to make those sudden changes in personality to make an impact. I would never do that. I just feel like I probably shouldnt devote any more of my passion and energy to Alex. How am I supposed to meet new people and make new friends if Im still hung up on the ones that dont want to be around?
Nikki laughs nervously and quickly attempts to divert Seans attention.
Nikki: You scared me for a second there. If thats the case, then why not reach out to Everest? Youve never even met him.
Sean: Thats true, but Id rather not facebook stalk him just yet. Ill just wait and see what hes like when we meet in person.
Nikki: Well that just sounds boring. Ill just check it out myself and not tell you.
Sean: Thats fine. Ill just go ahead and clean off my boots. I wouldnt want to get any more dirt on Alexs face tonight when I slam him with my Super Kick.
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